Sippy Cup (pounding both of his fists at
the dining table): "Rock, paper, scissor, shoot!"
Me (trying to eat my breakfast):
"Uhm? Relax? Thanks."
Sippy Cup (shaking his fists in the air):
"Rock, paper, scissor, shoot!"
Me: "Much better. Thank you."
Sippy Cup (still shaking his fists in the
air): "Rock, paper, scissor, shoot! Aw man! I lost!"
Me: "What's that now?"
Sippy Cup: "I lost."
Me: "Uhm? You lost what?"
Sippy Cup: "In 'Rock. Paper.
Scissor. Shoot.' I lost! I never
lose!"
Me: "Wait. Who were you playing against?"
Sippy Cup: "Myself!"
Me: "So how did you lose?"
Sippy Cup: "I was the right
hand."
Me: "But, since both hands are
yours, you also won."
Sippy Cup (staring at me, visibly
concerned): "Are you crazy? There
can only be one winner. Only. One."
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